26 September 1968
Mi dispiace! It has taken me so long to finally find the time to sit down and write again. I have been quite exhausted, as has your Nonna. I think we have an end of summer cold, It just drags out. If I drink one more Italian herbal concoction if basil and garlic that your grandmother makes for us, I will throw up. On top of that, my breath stinks! I am going to break down and buy this new medicine, Nyquil, that your mother insists will help, even though she said it will “knock me out.” I will let you know if it works.
The weather has turned very cool – I suppose it is really autumn. I have been tidying up the house, inside and out, getting ready to hunker down for the winter. We had a large coal delivery in case the weather turns bad quickly. Also, your little sister came over last weekend to help put plastic on some of our windows so we can keep in the heat on some of the back rooms. We had a good time together. Despite her political leanings, with which I disagree, she has a sarcastic wit; she must have inherited this from our side of the family. It skipped you and Elena! We both made fun of the fact that Nixon was on “Laugh-In.” Good heavens! What was that man thinking?
Well, my dear, I am going to bed early, so buona notte!